Feeling Fantastic in Florence

The Talking Heads production (taking place every Sunday April - June and again in the fall) is a challenge -- an exciting one.

These monologues present a challenge from a theatrical point of view -- they were written for television, and they are great fun for the actors. What actor doesn't LOVE being all alone onstage.

Devo ringraziare Vanessa al British Institute e Emma di AngloInfo per aver segnalato la spendida serie di monologhi di Alan Bennett: "Talking Heads".

I've been collaborating with a group of professionals -- designers, marketing experts -- basically a loose confederation that works together on projects.

It's a great idea, and I'm happy to have become their guy for building web sites (of course, with Drupal).

As you do in a budding relationship, we've discovered a point of diversion.  Not quite a point of contention, but certainly a differing of opinions on a very basic aspect of our work -- how we get paid.

In December 2009, we (that is, the new Assessore alle Universita' and my project partners exout) announced at a press conference that Firenze Live! would launch in January with all the appropriate fanfare and fun.

I am hopeful for this project, as it addresses a multitude of issues surrounding the many students that live here in Florence for 3 months at a time.

The biggest issue is getting them to hang out with Italian kids, and that's what Firenze Live! is all about.

I've just re-done the site for Performance International. 

One major motivating factor was a call from an events organizer in Dubai, interested in our production of "The Comedy of Errors". 

I hadn't realized we'd be so internationally desired, but seeing opportunity beckon, I've fixed up the site to make it more clear that we now have shows ready to travel.

This is the first in a series I keep trying to get back to called "Retrosnaps".

The challenge is to use snapshots taken from a cell phone to create the poster.  The text must come from a dead poet or writer.

This first one is of my girlfriend, Annalisa, with text from a letter by John Keats to his girl.